Chapter 268 A fatal blow, ouch it hurts
A few dead trees were swaying in the cold wind; the dim light lengthened the shadows of the swaying branches, mixed with fine snowflake particles.
It floats on the face and falls into the neck, and the coolness makes the teeth chatter.
Zhao Liren had dinner before five o'clock, and then went back to her post to be on duty, waiting for the night shift bus to come back and clean the venue.
Put away the broom, clean up the place, and sign the duty form.
Zhao Liren tightened her collar and walked towards the dormitory, but before she walked out of the transport team's gate, she saw a strange man behind a big tree opposite the main driveway.
Because the street lighting is dim, in small alleys, there is only one flickering street light every twenty meters or so.
I couldn't see the man's face clearly as he was hiding in the dark, but I could see that he was holding a thermos bucket in his hand.
Following the direction of his sight, I saw two people standing under the next street light.
The lesbian carried her on her back, and she didn't know who it was.
She could see the gay men clearly; the dim street lights shining on their heads became spotlights.
The protagonist of the incident turned out to be Zhao Sheng.
The second brother of this body of hers.
Because we were quite far away, I couldn't hear what they said clearly, but when I saw the gay man standing across the street from her, I imagined a good drama.
She chased him and he chased her.
No matter how good the silent pantomime is, it still cannot withstand the biting cold wind.
Zhao Liren quietly left the stage.
He Yanhao returned home from get off work, and before he could catch his breath, his mother pulled him aside and asked him why Jiang Hongqing didn't come back.
She couldn't bring herself to tell her own mother what happened in the room, so she could only help Jiang Hongqing find excuses for her.
The factory was busy before the New Year, and the accounting records were complicated and could not go wrong, so she had to work overtime during this period.
He thought that was enough, but He's mother asked him to bring some radish and bone soup to Jiang Hongqing.
However, when he arrived at the gate of the transport team, what he saw was this scene.
I can’t describe the feeling, I just feel like everything has an answer.
He is mentally unclean and is reluctant to go back to his home, always living in the factory dormitory.
It turns out that my heart belongs to someone.
After the man who was talking to Jiang Hongqing left, He Yanhao also followed the transport team out and returned to the alley in the north of the city.
The soup was not served, so He's mother couldn't help but nag at her.
Not wanting to worry his mother, He Yanhao did not tell her what he saw at the factory, but he hid some anger and depression in his heart.
This kind of thing cannot be made public and exposed to others, otherwise how can he save the face of his entire family?
He felt he had been cheated into marriage.
No wonder people always say that you should marry a virtuous wife. Life will be miserable if you marry such a woman.
There was a mix of wind and snow, and the wind was getting stronger.
The snowflakes like ice chips hit my face, and it was freezing cold.
Jiang Hongqing's ears kept echoing with what Zhao Sheng said when he left.
"Comrade Jiang, you are an independent and progressive female comrade.
Yesterday is gone and cannot be retained. You should shine in your own world and become a better you. "
Jiang Hongqing felt a discomfort and pain in her heart that she had never felt before.
Her indecisive and wavering character brought disaster upon herself.
Her youth and memories will come to an end from today.
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Family compound.
Zhao Sheng returned home, made himself a bowl of plain noodles, added some soy sauce and salt, scooped a spoonful of chili sauce, and ate it.
After washing his face, brushing his teeth and tidying up, he lay down at Lin Yiyi's sleeping spot, looking at their photos placed on the chest of drawers.
I started thinking about her again.
Will she miss him?
Before he could look at her a few more times, he was plunged into darkness in the room and the lights were turned off on time.
Light a cigarette and finish it.
It relieved the longing a little.
Holding the nightgown that still had a hint of her scent, the tired man on the bed fell into a dream.
The same night.
Some people are contented, some are heartbroken, and some are anxious.
Qian Youwei waited until it was completely dark before quietly going out.
I went to an agreed-upon courtyard to treat my hidden illness.
Because the other party was a blind old doctor, Qian Youwei felt confident and confident in letting him treat the patient.
I don't know what he looks like or his identity.
There will be fewer people leaking information.
Because of the incident in the provincial capital where he was cut, he is now completely unable to accomplish anything.
He is not yet fifty years old, still young.
During this period of time, I have consulted many Chinese medicine practitioners and tried many folk remedies.
I took bitter medicine and suffered a lot from acupuncture, but it didn't work.
If this blind old doctor can't cure the disease, his life will be miserable.
"You better stab it carefully and make sure you strike with the right aim."
Qian Youwei, with his bare butt, watched the white-bearded old man use his fingers to measure the distance before inserting the needle. He felt uneasy and reminded the old man in a rough voice.
Now he can only try every possible method out of desperation.
"I started learning medicine when I was five years old. I'm already sixty-seven now. Don't talk so that it will affect my acupuncture."
The old man with a white beard felt the exact location and gave acupuncture treatment at seven or eight acupoints in succession.
Ask out loud: "Are you up now?"
Qian Youwei looked at his crotch and shook his head, knowing that the old man couldn't see it, and said, "No, no reaction."
The old man with white beard thought something was wrong, after piercing these acupoints, an eighty-year-old man could stand up for several seconds.
It looks badly clogged.
Take Huiyin, Changqiang and Shenshu as the main acupoints, and Sanyinjiao, Qugu, Ran Gu and Ququan as the auxiliary acupoints.
When the needle is long and strong, insert it 1.5 inches in parallel and twist it left and right to insert the needle.
"Do you feel anything?"
Qian Youwei endured the cold and said honestly, "No."
The old man with white beard frowned. If a pig was stabbed like this, it would scream in pain.
He didn't feel anything at the extremely painful acupoint?
I repeated this seven times, leaving the needle in for one minute each time, but there was no effect at all.
The old man with white beard knew that something must be wrong, so he asked solemnly, "Are you sure you just can't stand? You didn't suffer any external injuries?"
Qian Youwei didn't tell anyone that he had been stabbed, fearing that he would be embarrassed. "No, is it because you are not a good doctor and can't cure him?"
As soon as these words came out, the white-bearded old man who was questioned instantly got angry, "My medical skills are not good? You doubt my medical skills? It's ridiculous, then you should find someone else to see you."
This middle-aged fat man definitely didn't tell him the truth.
Although the old man with white beard couldn't see, he quickly collected the needles and packed them into a box, then picked up the patinated bamboo pole and tried to chase the people away.
Based on his many years of experience studying medicine, he knew that as long as the patient was not a eunuch, those few injections would definitely work.
With the prescription and acupuncture for two months, there is no man who cannot be cured.
"You old man, your medical skills are not good, and you don't allow people to say it? I think your title of living doctor is completely undeserved."
"He's just a pretentious guy, a fake! He's relying on his age to fool people."
Qian Youwei was hit with a stick several times by him and became furious. He no longer looked his usual friendly and smiling self.
He pulled up his trousers and walked out of the yard, cursing. He couldn't cure him anyway, so he had to offend him.
These curses really irritated the old man, who had been strong all his life.
I didn't see the doctor again for the next one or two months.
Therefore, there is an additional rule that middle-aged people who are fat will not be treated.
Zhaojiatun.
Because he missed Lin Yiyi, Zhao Sheng drove his truck back to the village before dawn, so he could see her when he had time.
But when he stepped through the gate of Old Zhao's house, he saw the lively scene of laughter in the yard.
The smile on his lips completely faded, and his deep eyes became colder and more stern.
Donkey and Goudan were making a snowman, while Lin Yiyi was sitting on a chair with a handkerchief covering her eyes to bask in the sun.
Zhao Cong, who was sitting next to her, looked at Lin Yiyi intently. The emotions hidden in his heart could not be hidden in the details of his eyes.
Men always understand men best.
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